PRESTON
SONG: WE HAVE IT ALL BY PIM STONES
We’ve been here a month as we slowly heal and do odd jobs for Claudius around the property. I’ve been well enough to visit Betsy in the tower almost nightly for a week now. Her blonde hair is wrapped tightly in my fist as I push her mouth down my length, digging into the back of her throat. She makes the prettiest sounds choking around me as her face floods with tears and spit.
I feel her tap my leg three times, letting me know she needs to breathe. I inch out, giving her access to just enough air while still rubbing myself along her tongue.
She wraps her small hand around me, twisting her wrist and using her spit that coats my length to work me over while she takes deep gulps of oxygen. Her eyes lock onto mine and I revel in the sight of her below me.
“Make me come, Betsy. Suck me down.” I demand, pulling out of her mouth and tracing her lips with the tip of my cock before shoving it back in. I’m so close. She hollows out her cheeks, working her tongue down my shaft. The sensation sends me overboard. I thrust into her pretty little mouth and choke her with my cum. She swallows around me, and it’s too much for her, spilling down her chin.
“Better clean this up, or they’ll kick us both out of here.” I wipe her chin with my thumb, shoving the excess back into her pouty mouth. She sucks the cum off my finger, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. She’s so goddamn pretty it hurts.
I tuck myself back into my pants and fix my hair before heading down to join my brothers to see what Claudius has in store for us this evening. He’s been hinting at an announcement, and I feel like I know what it will be. It’s time we get on our way and find work elsewhere.
My shoes squeak against the wood floor as I rush to get to dinner.
“Ah, Preston. Nice of you to join us.” They’re already halfway through eating and I attempt to brush off my tardiness, even with Claudius’s eyes boring into me, his displeasure palpable. He digs his fingers into the top of his cane, pursing his lips with a frown and pulling at his over bushy brows flecked with silver wisps of hair that match his receding hairline.
“Sorry, sir.” I sit on the far end of the table and grab a plate full of mashed potatoes. Shoveling them into my mouth to catch up with everyone I hear Claudius clear his throat. A sense of dread creeps into my throat as I swallow down the barely seasoned mush.
“As you know, I have been incredibly grateful for the help you all have been contributing to around the house.” I brace myself for the inevitable letdown. “To thank you for all you’ve done, I’ve taken the liberty to arrange a special celebration after dinner. So please, eat up, enjoy and I’ll see you in the wine cellar shortly.” He ambles away before we can protest. He’s done so much for us already and now he’s throwing together a celebration for us? My reservations melt away as I continue to eat through my plate. I’m almost excited thinking of what he could have in store for us.
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My brothersand I are in a joyous mood once dinner concludes. Bellies full and sloshing, we careen down into the basement, each wanting to arrive first for this surprise our gracious host has thrown together for us.
“I bet it’s an expensive bottle of wine.” Travis jokes.
“One for each of us, perhaps.” Beaumont adds.
It’s no secret that our host is a great collector of wine. He has an eye for the finest things money can buy and splashes it around excessively as if it brings him comfort. Being here as long as we have, we’ve learned that he lost his family in a tragic accident some years ago. Local lore makes it seem as if he murdered them himself but having lived here with him, I can’t see him even hurting a fly.
“Welcome, come in. Come in.” Claudius beckons to us.
We cram together in the small, dusty room. Our shoulders touching to make space for the copious amount of wine racks stored down here.
“Now, we have a bit of a hike ahead of us to get to your surprise. I hope you’re up for it.”
My brothers and I look around the room in confusion. There’s nowhere for us to go, so I think he must be joking in that odd way he does, so I let out an uncomfortable laugh that I cut off the moment Beau glares at me.
Claudius’s flat eyes land on me as he raises his cane and presses the handle against a brick in the wall. A large, concealed door, swings open. Revealing a dark tunnel.
“Grab those lanterns boys and follow me.” He takes off into the dark and I look down, finding a lantern I’d overlooked before. The energy turns foreboding as we take off into the dank passage.
“What is this place?” I ask, swinging the lantern about to get a better look. My stomach fills with trepidation with each step I take.
“When this house was first built, it was said to be constructed near one of the seven portals into the Underworld. The native settlers of this island had assembled this underground tunnel system that the workers stumbled upon when they were digging the foundation. They would use it to leave offerings to the gods.” Claudius answers, talking to us as if we are strolling through a park and not this ghostly place.
“Where are the other portals, if this is one of them?” Beaumont asks.
“Ah, well if memory serves me correctly, there are several in Greece, and one in Michigan of all places. I can’t recall the rest though.”
We shuffle into the depths of the underground passage in silence, wondering what could possibly be waiting down here for us. Light from the lanterns crawls up the walls, swinging a dim fluttering of illumination across the ground. It’s a scene plucked from a nightmare, one where you wish to turn back but continue to press on, despite the knowledge that you shouldn’t.
The tunnel dips, and we have to be cautious in our steps. I’m not sure how Claudius is handling the decline as well as he is. He must visit frequently to not be struggling with it as we are. Finally, it evens out, spilling us out into a circular room. One with etchings engraved into the floor.
There’s a small round table in the center of the room covered with enough glasses for all of us. The liquid has already been poured, waiting for us to arrive.
